Really? [It's such an off-the-wall thing to say that for a second he's distracted enough from his own discomfort to squint out through the barrier.] They just look like a buncha lumbering feathery monsters to me. Or - well, no, I guess that'd be more like a nightmare... [That's one thought he doesn't finish out loud, at least.

He scratches at the side of his head.]

Actually, I know. You could come back with me and help me cook the next idiot who says I look underage instead.

[...Nobody has since they arrived here. He's sure a couple of them were thinking it earlier, though... unless the weird looks were because of his refusal to take his gloves off or something, but what are the chances?]